weaving the numinous from many sources

poetry

“This has my signature all over it.” Tear-swelled eyes lower toward creamy swirls in your now-room-temperature latte, and for a moment you look as if gravity might betray you. I rest my hand on the table, palm-up, an invitation, and notice how quickly it disappears into the weave of your fingers, hands laced together into … [Read more…]

(Published at Rebelle Society) I see you. You may not realize it, but I do. I see you with eyes shaped by tides and waves, hills and trenches. When your joy explodes into the ether, and when the implosion of sorrow damn near pulls my heart out of my chest and straight into yours, I … [Read more…]

She lounges back on the horizon arched curves pushing up from the heart and invites me, lures and calls me, closer into the mystery. Like magic I feel my body surge spirit hurling headfirst over the highways, past time, and into the crease where one rise meets the other. There, a river slinks through lushness, … [Read more…]